Days Begin to Melt by Melissa Peeler
Days Begin to Melt. Mixing, Morphing. No Morning. No Evening. No Weeks. No Months. No Years. Just Moments in Time. Moments become Meaningless. Withered, Worthless. No Goals. No Reason. No Answers. No Guidance. No Purpose. Just Wandering Around. Wandering breeds Weariness. Taxing. Tolling. No Path. No Road. No Map. No Sign. No End. Just Days to Fill. Days Just Melt.
Written in 2004
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